No, it's not dirty. Freaks.
I hear the telltale noise of the whipped cream cannister, and come into the kitchen to investigate. I catch The Man standing in front of the fridge, dispensing directly into his mouth.
TM: (evil grin) "Nyoo wan some?"
Do I need to tell you guys that this promptly evolved into a whipped cream fight? And that I won?
Granted, I used unsportsmanlike tactics (blinding with dairy dessert products). But hey, I still won!
Damn, no wonder we are always running out of that stuff.